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2005 3 October :: 6.10pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: Chevelle
This clock has no hands
The indecision of the answer weighs on your shoulders like the world
and the question hasn't even been asked yet.
The scales are tipping.
Time is r-u--n---n----i-----n------g out.
It doesn't have to be asked. There's no point in it, anyway. The matter doesn't lie in the question, only the answer.
Either way, in the end, it won't be our problem. It's not our fault, because kids will be kids will be kids will be kids will be kids will be [we're just] kids.
the end is here
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2005 28 September :: 5.20pm
sanity
september 28 29 30
october 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31
november 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30
december 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
my whole life has been waiting and probably always will be, unless i luck out and get hit by a car first.
1 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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cowboy67
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2005 28 September :: 12.21am
no more maybes
your baby's got rabies
sitting on a ball
in the middle of the andes
yeah, i'm a freak (of nature)
yeah, i'm a freak
if only i could be as cool as you
as cool as you
body and soul
i'm a freak
i'm a freak
body and soul
i'm a freak
try to be different
well, get a different disease
seems it's in fashion
to need the cold sore cream
i don't really know
how to put on a 'cool' show
as boring as they come
just tell me where to go
if only i could be as cool as you
1 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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2005 27 September :: 7.50pm
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: gunboat - vixtrola
space can wait
oh we're cruel
we've got the makings of generals
and we're still arguing about who's top gun
with lives like these
we could live on the sun
but knowing us, we'd like the moon better
and in the time it'd take us to change our minds
we'd've already lost a lifetime
the end is here
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2005 26 September :: 9.28pm
a message from moveon.org
Last week, congressional Republicans responded to hurricane Katrina by proposing to cut nearly a trillion dollars from vital national services, like health care for the poor and elderly, student loans, Amtrak, and eliminating the Corporation for Public Broadcasting (again!). [1] Republican leaders in Congress are now gauging the public’s response to see if they can get away with their plan. We need to show them the answer is no.
The cost of rebuilding the Gulf Coast, while huge, is far less than what President Bush has given away in tax cuts to just the wealthiest 1% [2]. National crises like Hurricanes Rita and Katrina are times for all Americans to stick together and put in our fair share.
So today we're launching an urgent petition to Congress to fully rebuild the Gulf Coast and pay for it by ending Bush’s tax cuts for the very wealthy, not by slashing vital services that Americans need. If we can gather a quarter million signatures this week, we can show that this destructive plan just won’t fly.
Please sign today.
this is the proposal made by the Republican Study Committee, if you want to see for yourself:
these people are insane.
3 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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alastar
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2005 26 September :: 7.12pm
You We could never forget.
There's ink pumpingflowingcoursing through my veins and into my heart from the notes you write to me. And it bleeds from my fingertips when I reply. You are the apple of my eye.
Pupil? Iris? Metaphor?
Subtle and difficult; oh how we care for one another.
1 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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rina
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2005 26 September :: 6.38pm
:: Mood: annoyed
:: Music: we looked like giants - death cab for cutie
chemical distraction
she's into chemistry and always has a book under her nose, like she can unlock the secrets of the universe between its pages. because sometimes she thinks its possible.
but other times, most of the time, she's wondering if there's life after equilibrium, or how love is like chemicals, and if all the elements in the world will bring her lover back home.
and when she looks at things it's all disjointed, atoms crashing at each other, and she's hoping that one day everything will get along just fine.
so when the winter comes with its chill, and its news, and its gray gray skies, she thinks she'll never love anything again.
and she can't help deciding that somehow its all her fault, she should've looked for him, and maybe if she did, this horrible thing might not have happened.
she puts all her books away.
now its summer and she's got powerlines in her bloodlines because even if it still hurts, she's not wondering whether love is like a sodium explosion.
her hair is brown and everywhere, and sometimes when she cries the only thing she wishes is for molecules to rearrange and make a person to hold her.
and when he comes to her door after months and days, she's thinking it's most likely a dream.
and when he takes her towards something like potassium bombs of light, she hopes its real, so much so that her brain rejects anything but the moment.
because deep down inside, she knew that life was just a hoax, and even if it did taste bitter, she gulped the cyanide down anyways.
the end is here
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2005 26 September :: 6.24pm
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: agenda suicide - the faint
none of you know what the fuck is going on, so please stop pretending that you do.
thank you.
the end is here
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alastar
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2005 26 September :: 5.58pm
:: Music: Bright Eyes - Digital Ash in a Digital Urn
If I had a pen of my own, I'd drain it
You sinksanksunk your knife into the sentence, and I watched as you cut the words and stabbed the letters. Everything went silent when you killed the conversation. Screams fell into whispers which faded into the air.
You sinksanksunk your teeth into the hour, and I watched as you chewed up the minutes, and swallowed the seconds. Everything went motionless when you consumed the clock. Time slowed and stilled and stopped.
But after it all,
Our hearts still race and rush,
And our tongues still taste and touch.
2 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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alastar
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2005 23 September :: 6.46pm
!i
"...but you just want to fall apart."
I'll never look at you the same, with the way you crumbled into pieces on the ground. Now hold yourself together, girl. I'll give you supplies:
(1.)Staple[s] your eyelids shut.
(2.)Tape up all of your imperfections (more like mummification, if you ask me).
Twist (3.)Screws through your throat.
(4.)Nail[s] your muscles to your bones.
That should due.
Now,
-you've been running all day and night. And contrary to popular belief, you've been (you can run but you can't) hid(e)[ing] too. But I know all your special places. I know all your tricks from childhoodgames and masquerades; you can't fool me. I will look in the:
Hide in (1.)Shadows until the daylight breaks.
Smother yourself with (2.)Smoke.
Wrap and curl the (3.)Fog around your limbs.
Cover yourself with (4.)Veils and cloaks.
Oh I've used this before, but here it takes on a whole different meaning, when before, it was almost meaning(use)less.
Staples.tape.screws.and.nails
Shadows.smoke.fog.and.veils
A stylemuse.
the end is here
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2005 21 September :: 7.58pm
you are lazy if you think discrimination and hate are natural, innate aspects of "human nature." you are lazy if you think there will always be rich people and there will always be poor people, and there's no way around it. you are lazy if you think right now is all that matters in the course of history, and past wrongdoings by your government are excusable because you weren't around when it happened. you are lazy if you don't want social justice for all people, whether you understand them or not. you are lazy if you think there is nothing you can do about anything. you are lazy and nothing else if you don't think change is possible.
change is imperative, my friends, and YOU are the ones in charge.
4 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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rina
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2005 21 September :: 3.34am
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: revolution - aimee allen
if i could get out, i'd start a revolution
still not asleep.
which is not good, i don't think.
the end is here
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cowboy67
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2005 20 September :: 7.24pm
wait a few seconds, then press play
Read more..
4 day[s] remain |
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2005 19 September :: 11.05pm
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: j'y suis jamais alle
4am was always our favortie time
we used to talk like this
with twisted words and swirling emotions
the way some talk about houses, cars, jobs
[all that normality, conformity]
we spoke in languages of rebellion
no mention of the past, filled with boyish sighs
jellybean highs
we’re so immature, i think, when we talk about leaving
getting away from it all
when really we’re just separating from each other
late nights of planning, wishing
we’re nearing a breakdown
[nuclear bomb reaction, distraction]
so when you say, lets leave
i say, we need to wait
say, we need a guide during the night
[stars were always my favorite light]
and when you don’t reply i take it as a yes
because you could never disagree with me anyways
the end is here
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alastar
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2005 18 September :: 11.17pm
:: Music: At the Drive-In
Scrawled with sharpie on scraps of notebook paper
Fire follows the fuse,
and you're burning along with the bridge.
Sever ties and,
Break communication and,
Destroy liasons and,
and then you're on your way.
1 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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cowboy67
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2005 14 September :: 12.31am
on the writing slump in our journal community
guajira goddess: but whats worse is, no one is around to comment on them when we write them
guajira goddess: you know what i mean?
guajira goddess: like joe and andy arent here to comment
guajira goddess: fay doesnt write
guajira goddess: nicole is a nut
guajira goddess: hell you dont even comment
guajira goddess: hence, since you only talk to me about my entries and dont comment, you dont spark any other peopple to comment
SPNirvana67: hahaha
SPNirvana67: argh
SPNirvana67: and where is mandi?
guajira goddess: morocco probly
SPNirvana67: she has been absent from the woohu world for like 5 months
guajira goddess: yeah and no more ac either
guajira goddess: even kevin and brandy used to contribute
guajira goddess: amy and steph are non existent
SPNirvana67: lol
guajira goddess: why are you laughing?
SPNirvana67: "even kevin and brandy used to contribute"
SPNirvana67: "amy and steph are non existent"
SPNirvana67: i dunno, just made me laugh
SPNirvana67: how we critique the situation
guajira goddess: i wanna write but no one is there
guajira goddess: no one cares lol
SPNirvana67: i do i do!
guajira goddess: i liked writing when i knew everyone would read it and then respond soon
SPNirvana67: i'm used to no one responding to the things i write
SPNirvana67: lol
guajira goddess: so how do we solve this woohu problem
guajira goddess: ??????????????????
SPNirvana67: hm
SPNirvana67: offer complimentary chocolates?
guajira goddess: hahahah cute
guajira goddess: make the journals work
SPNirvana67: "work"?
guajira goddess: yeah like the good ole days
10 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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alastar
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2005 13 September :: 6.44pm
:: Music: Thursday
You can grab a bigger one down the line
Maybe it was my fault the first time you took the bait, (I should've known better) but that second hole in your cheek means you learn (think) too slow
-and burn (react) too fast.
I was wa(o)ndering ar(b)ound(t) how timid you first were, and what changed your mind.
Why yell now? Why do you scream? I read all your words, but what do they mean? I know it's in lowercase and only CAPITALS! seem like screaming here, but I can(') t(y)ell.
I wander through and around, inside and out your semantics, diagrams and schematics. You're planning something, I can see it in your boldfacedlies, and the words you italicize. Could the truth be straight and narrow, as easy to follow as your (under)lines and strikes?
Dot dot dot
Wondering, wandering, repeating and
(suddenly!)
ending.
4 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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alastar
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2005 13 September :: 6.27pm
Just pick one and attack
Oh, what fun it is to create. But what you're doing is not creation. It's more like smashing a mirror into smaller pieces, just to see more of yourself. (Simile.)
2 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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rina
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2005 12 September :: 8.50pm
:: Mood: crazy
:: Music: comptine d'un autre ete: l'apres midi - amèlie soundtrack
pas si simple
i'm so fucked up.
i mean, i am just so maliciously fucked up i hate to think about myself.
i'm going to die one day, and sometimes i wish it would hurry up. its not like i know what to do with life anyways.
and writing things down doesn't ease my frustration. it just sits there, festering in my brain, reminding me of everything i'm frustrated about. just adding onto whatever shit i was thinking at the time.
the written word is hard for me to use now.
its losing its luster.
i think i might need a psychiatrist. but i don't want to be dramatic.
it'll probably fuck everything up even worse.
i need aspirin.
the end is here
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2005 12 September :: 6.16pm
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the lack of updates is making me anxious!! (after clicking on my friends list every day and seeing the same exact thing for 2 weeks.)
i suppose i should act on this and do my own update. indeed, i shall try if i finish my homework in time for milk and cookies before bed.
8 day[s] remain |
the end is here
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